I took her to her house as I said before. Fiona jumped out of the car quickly and ran into her porch. Anger and sadness mixed together inside her. I chased after her and stopped her in front of the door.
“Just take the things you really need. The rest, we will buy you new ones.”
“Get your hands off my arm. You’re gripping it too tightly, and it hurts. Don’t you see how big your hands are compared to my arm. You’re going to crush it.”
I didn’t let go even a bit, instead, I gripped her even tighter.
“Be respectful to your husband and I won’t hurt you.”
“f**k you. You don’t deserve my respect, you bastard!”
I jerked her arm roughly and her back hit the door hard. I didn’t care if she was in pain. It was punishment for her rudeness and impoliteness.
"I'll be back in an hour. Don't
